Wielders of Magic, Book 1: A Spell Binding Tale

Blurb

The Spellbinder Family were scattered to the wind once the Witch Hunters came. They were small then, young and new, not knowing the terrible world they lived in. Now that they have a taste of that world, and know that they are feared, always being hunted and destroyed at every turn, they begin to realize this cannot go on if they are ever to have a family of their own. The Spellbinders have the power to change that world, to destroy all those who had wronged them and create a better world for their decedents.
One of them will rise to power, and they will change the world with a touch of a finger; old ways that lay dormant for centuries. Magic will be reunited with steal, for the left hand can not do without the right . . .

Prologue

(Excuse the spelling errors, I have yet to edit this. Thanks for reading, even four years after it was created. I appreciate all of you!)

The Spellbinder Family were scattered to the wind once the Witch
Hunters came. They were small then, young and new, not knowing the terrible
world they lived in. Now that they have a taste of that world, and know that
they are feared, always being hunted and destroyed at every turn, they begin to
realize this cannot go on if they are ever to have a family of their own. The
Spellbinders have the power to change that world, to destroy all those who had
wronged them and create a better world for their decedents.

One of them will rise to power, and they will change the world with a touch of a finger; old ways that lay dormant for centuries. Magic will be reunited with steal, for the left hand can not do without the right . . .

His hands were nimble, with long, skilled fingers that guided a
raven quill along a paper with grace. He did this every night, copying
documents and poems, papers and story's etc. He wasn't paid very well, but the
money was enough to keep him in his own house.

"I am grateful for your . . ." He said softly to
himself, his hand writing with incredible speed along the paper as his
chocolate brown eyes read the document. It was given to him by the mayor of the
town, who was always suspicious of his talents. This didn't stop him from doing
business with Jackson though; he had many important things to do and didn't
have much time to copy his papers out himself. Paying someone to do it took
away a lot of stress, and the warlock was the only one in town who would do
it.

But if his true nature was ever found out, no one would be doing
business with him. No one would be doing anything with him at all; he would be
burned alive without a second thought. As you may have guessed, wielders
of magic were not permitted in the town, for any reason.

Punishable by death.

Jackson's speed started to increase as he neared the end of his
work, excited at the thought of bed, and sleep. His writing was starting to become
sloppy, but that didn't stop him, he just wanted to be done!

At this pace, one had to be very concentrated . . .

"Mr. Splendor!" A voice shouted, fists wrapping
against his door loudly. Jackson's hand flew across the page and smeared
everything, knocking over his bottle of ink as well and spilling it all over
his desk.

He sat and stared at it, silently cursing.

"Mr. Splendor!"

"What in the name of the Abyss do you want!?" He got
up, throwing his chair across the floor and storming over to the door, yanking
it open. Three armored men stood in its wake, each bearing a weapon that
could kill him in an instant.

He gulped. "Uh . . . yes?"

"The mayor has sent us to search your home." The one
in the middle stated, his hand going to his sword hilt. "Strange sightings
of magic have been seen in the city, and we are investigating before more
people are hurt."

Jackson's mind jumped back to three days ago, analyzing his
movements and activities, searching for a slip of the hand, a wrong word said,
something that would have caused a burst of unintended magic; but he found
none.

"Can we come in please?"

"Oh, yes of course!" He chuckled nervously and moved
out of the way, letting the three enter his relatively small home. "I hope
you find whoever - . . . what was hurt?"

"Eight people and two children. Five dead," He turned
his eyes on him. "One of them a child."

Jackson gulped again. Where did he mess up? He searched his
thoughts, baffled at the amount of people who had died. It had to be him, only
he could do something so terrible with a single lift of his finger. But if it
wasn't, it had to be another magic wielder in the town.

His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

"What’s this?" One of the men, dressed in copper
armor, pulled out a large book. He blew the dust off of it and read the title.
". . . Incantations, and Tricks of the Hand . . . the Arts of-" He
sucked in his breath, dropping it to the floor. "Magic!" The book
suddenly disappeared, making them all gasp in horror.

The witch hunters whipped around, weapons drawn, only to find
Jackson gone, and the room cleared of all its belongings. One note lay on the
table, written in black ink upon yellowed paper.

The leader of the group, Merivilous, picked it up, read it, and then
crushed it in his hand. He shouted angrily and slammed his fist on the table,
cracking it down the middle. "We are fools! Come on, lets’ go alert the
mayor! You got his face right?" He turned and looked at the female of the
group.

"Sure did. Every time." Lilith took a paper from her
clip board and held it in front of him; a flawless drawing of Jackson Splendor.
"I'll have it copied and spread throughout the town along with its
neighbors."

"Good, do that." He nodded and looked over to his
brother. "Tiranous, you come with me. Lilith, you know what to do."
The two brothers walked out of the place, mounting their horses and riding off
into the street, going to tell the mayor of what they had seen.

Lilith picked up the note, unfolding it and grinning as she
read. You people think you can
catch a Warlock, but once you find one you never know what to do with
yourselves.

"Oh, you just wait Mr. Splendor; we were caught off guard
for a moment." She crumpled it up again, setting it ablaze with her hand
and throwing it to the floor. "We will find you, and we will kill
you."

She had had magic all her life, and what better way to hide than
to hunt her fellow magicians? It would illuminate her competitors as well, when
the time arose that warlocks and witches would arise again.

She was as black as the magic she possessed.

The house went up in flames, and Lilith didn't turn a blind eye
to see her work. She had done it many times before, and was all too familiar
with the sight.

(Two days ago . . .)

"Hello miss, what can I get you today? Your name
maybe?"

"Oh no, just a loaf. Wheat if you don't mind."
Drusilla stood at the counter of Bearton's Breads, a heavy black robe draped
over her slender form, hiding her beautiful white wings and shadowing her
strange colored eyes. She didn't want to attract any attention to herself in
this town, especially when posters of her face littered the streets, crying out
to everyone to find the "Red Witch". She had had some unpleasant
experiences with the neighboring towns, ones that left some people either hurt
or dead. She didn't want to think of it now, not while she was trying to hide
everything about her.

"Here you are Miss, one loaf of wheat bread." Bearton
handed over the goods in a paper bag, eyeing her, trying to spot a crack in her
shell of protection. "Why are you so . . . silent, my lady?"

"I am not your lady, and I am what I am." She nodded
in thankfulness, handing him his money and exiting the place. She walked along
the streets with her hood down low, trying not to draw eyes to her. She wanted
everyone to just leave her alone, not to stare at her as if she was a . .
.

Well, a murderer.

Oh but she was, and she knew it. Her form would give someone the
impression that she was an Angel, but behind that form was a devastating sleeping
dragon that was just waiting to be awakened. She couldn't tame it, she didn't
know how, so all she did was avoid any kind of risky activities.

But sometimes, her anger would just slip out of her grasp, flying off into the sky until she could not reach it any longer. The Abyss was the only word to describe the feeling.

"Hey, who is this?" A man with a cane appeared beside
her as she walked through a dark ally, poking her left thigh as two large men
exited the buildings, surrounding her.

Drusilla sucked in her breath, clutching her bread tightly.

"Oh," The short man put his cane up to her face,
pushing her low cowl off of her head and letting her strawberry hair flow down
around her shoulders. "Oh! Well, aren't you a beauty?"

One of the large men wrapped his hand around her mouth, almost
crushing her. She tried to cry out, only he squeezed with more force. The other came up
behind her and took a firm hold on her black robes, ripping them from
her.

Drusilla shrieked, a giant shock wave slamming
into the three men and throwing them into the walls of the buildings on either
side of the ally. They all slid down to the ground with a groan, the houses
shaking and large cracks spidering up their frames.

The Red Witch gasped, watching in horror as they slowly started
to topple over into the ally. She screamed and flapped her giant wings,
hurriedly flying out of the tight space as bricks fell down behind her, burying
the three men before they could escape.

Drusilla fell out into the street, her feet being hit by a
falling piece of stone and throwing her off. Her wings hit hard on the dirt and
her face ate it, dust flying up around her, as she lay lifeless.

Everyone gasped. "Witch!" Someone cried, others
joining in and scattering the place as the authorities began to show up.

"Get up!" A man shouted, pointing a spear at her back.
Slowly Drusilla got up, beaten and battered by the falling bricks and burned by
sliding through the street. Her white dress had been torn at the end, at least
covering up the bloodstains that had been there before. Unfortunately, though,
her white boots were not, and were still splattered with blood from her last
encounter in the town before.

This time, she feared, would be no different.

"Please, stay away!" She cried, wiping the blood, from
a cut on her face, away with her hand. "You will be killed!"

"Put your hands up, Witch, before I cut them off!"
Another man started to advance towards her along with three others, all
wielding spears.

"Please, I cannot control it!" Drusilla sobbed, tears
making streams down her dirt covered face. One of the men stabbed at her with
his weapon, making her jump back and be cut by one behind her. She screamed and
another shock wave blew the crowd away, crushing their internal organs and
killing every last one of them.

The Red Witch stared in horror at her deeds and shrieked,
covering her mouth in unbelievable agony. She had to flee before others came to
try and destroy her before they came to die!

Drusilla took to the sky, her wings a little hurt but not enough
to stop her flight. She had to leave before everyone was killed before all
died at her uncontrolled hand.

If only she could control it. If only she knew, what wonderful
magic she possessed that was continually covered up by the devastation.

She would one day, she just had to meet someone first, someone
like herself. What she didn't know was that she was closer to meeting that
person than ever before, and that good days were ahead.

tasartir:
The story has a good start,I like the fact that the beginning isn't cliche at all and this GS for the lead ain't as smooth as usually ,although the descriptive part is lacking still is entertaining to read , just feel like I won't like the ending tough

Stormie Stafford:
I loved the plot of this story. It was unique and I thoroughly enjoyed it..The only thing I could see was missing words in between sentences.There were only a few grammatical errors that I could see. I would definitely love to see a sequel to this novel. I want to know what happens after. Great J...

Deleted User:
Well, ladies and gentlemen, she's done it again! This story, told through Nic's eyes and the eyes of his ononi-nar Jordan is simply put, a work of true art! From the very first chapter you're engulfed in a world of magic, with such intricate details! I'm so pleasantly pleased and am in fact hopin...

B U Z Z K I L L :
Again, the plot is kind of hard to follow but that's the only problem I have with this book. Other than that it's pretty good overall. This one is more so focused on the romance aspect of it, but there's still a TON of action.I definitely like the more romance books, just because that's what I lo...

Isabella Cooke:
Absolutely great novel, I love it very much~I have been reading it non stop because it just keeps pullIng me in every chapter! The author is doing a great job on this book and I hope the author can keep the good work up!😁

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